Luyện nghe bài hát My Money Straight

[feat. Guce, Black C & Young
[Talking:
What's happenin' y'all this E-40
I had to bring back old school mob sound
I had to go get my partna Black C and my Guce
Yumtombout, nigga our is straight, nuggah
Beotch!
[Hook: Jun]
Please up me for one reason
My straight
Whole bunch of ice I'm
My straight
And oh yeah, I'm E
My money
So please don't worry me
My straight
[Verse 1:
Uhh, I'm breaking down a quarter pound on a dude who play with a Gillette razor
With a bucket of battery acid to throw my candy in case the ray
I be and I be savagin' and I be mobbin'
Any nigga that got a problem I'm molly whomp
Hoes be giving me all kinds of and hugges
But they really wanna fuck me they wanna fuck my cousins
I be it to the fullest mayne I push
Be all up in the courthouse smelling Kush
Hiding in the fire truck latter mane I be
Every day by myself I smoke at least a a zone
on the chrome, letting it be known
Throwed in the dome, wanna what's wrong
I ain't never play to lose I to win
If it's money being then I want in
My stacks won't fold it won't
Brought a one room (for what) just to keep my money in (beotch)
[Hook x2: Jun]
2: Black C]
Oh yeah, my money
You can ask them bad bitches in my until 8
Looking like can't wait to put it in they face
If she down with it then we plan a limit date
I represent this Bay, so I gotta keep it res-ial
I'm gone off a pis-ial so fuck how fis-ial
A hundred dollar biz-ials I'm on you suckers
round top down if a player feeling smothered
We customs made 4's on the whip, Bentley holes sitting
The look blue but it's green in the light
We goin call a sprite rocking D-boy ice
My D-boy I'm from that D-boy life
Black Ceaser be the name Black C is what call me
R.B.O. the hundreds point be the army
Yeah ya boy ballin sumthing like
And it's only bad bitches that a nigga call me
Yung Jun]
[Verse 3:
Purple in my cup looking like I'm playing
You can still get it this chopper or the shotgun
My money off the rose and the Vodka
Errday we celebrate like I won an
Gangsta, from the city of and body bags
We ride shit move fast like it crawl that
We keep them toys all like Toys-R-Us
You like a that can't play bo's and dump truck
I'm threw what they created ghetto broads
A trauma water ya trauma boy and still on call
I'm balling like the Phoenix Suns, playing
And these bitches run for it, Marion Jones
Finger fuckin' the trigger like when I felt the
You wanna beef I touch ya hat broker
When I'm on ya can't nobody help ya
Empty ass nigga not a leg that a up
My money
[Hook: Jun]